Fu Jia walked out of the restaurant and only took a few dozen steps, and the composure he had pretended to be collapsed. He clasped his arms tightly, shaking violently.
He was afraid of himself who had just cursed his mother to death in the restaurant, and even more afraid that his bluffing threat would not work, and that Fu Xiaoli and Lin Heng would take action against Lu Qi'an.
If Lu Qi'an was negatively affected by him, he would hate himself. What's even more frightening is that it may not be anyone else who affects Lu Qi'an, but himself. He has been deliberately ignoring that Lu Qi'an actually didn't want him, it was he who stalked Lu Qi'an before he accepted him.
Will Lu Qi'an be better off with him than before? Is it really okay to give up your studies abroad because of his falling out with his family
Fu Jia thought that University A was good enough, but thinking about it carefully, it wasn't good enough. Lu Qi'an clearly deserved the best.
He lowered his head, wandering the streets in a trance, and didn't return to the family area of No. 6 Middle School until midnight.
The house was empty, it was pitch black and there was no light. Lu Qi'an only came to stay for the night two days a week, and these two days were neither yesterday nor today, which made Fu Jia both fortunate and painful.
He hurriedly washed and was about to fall asleep, but he didn't dare to turn off the light or close his eyes. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, he would not be able to keep the house. A certain ghostly woman would sneak in, set up cameras all over the room, and stare at him through the monitors.
The enclosed space could not provide Fu Jia with a sense of security, but instead became the source of his depression. He got up from the bed, found a few pieces of cash in his palm, and ran out of the house like running for his life.
There were no pedestrians on the streets in the early morning, and there were very few taxis passing through No. 6 Middle School. He tightened the collar of his shirt and walked towards the more prosperous road on foot for half an hour, and finally caught a car.
He told the driver that he was going to A University.
He was about to lose his mind, he just wanted to see Lu Qi'an, no matter what. Anxious, the more than one hour drive became extraordinarily long. Fu Jia urged many times, and the driver repeatedly increased the speed, but still could not shorten the required time. When we arrived at our destination, it was past three in the morning.
Fu Jia checked out and got out of the car, followed the route he walked every Saturday to Lu Qi'an's residence, and rang the doorbell.
Soon, the door opened, and Lu Qi'an held the doorknob with a slightly surprised expression. He slept lightly, woke up the moment he heard the doorbell, and realized that it was Fu Jia, so what surprised him was not Fu Jia's arrival, but Fu Jia's state at the moment.
At three o'clock in the morning, Fu Jia was wearing pajamas, standing in front of his house with a pale face, her eyes were red, as if she would cry in the next second.
"Are you asleep?" he asked in a low voice, like a child with a guilty conscience, "did I disturb you?"
Lu Qi'an didn't speak, he pulled him into the door first, touched his cold shoulder and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Fu Jia could have remained calm, but when asked by Lu Qi'an, he immediately collapsed in reason and wanted to tell him all about it. He tried so hard not to say anything, almost holding back tears.
Seeing that he was about to cry, Lu Qi'an was at a loss for a moment. After hesitating for two seconds, he stretched out his hand to embrace Fu Jia in his arms. He didn't dare to use too much force. He just stroked his back and asked again, "Jiajia, what's the matter with you?"
He is none other than Lu Qi'an.
Fu Jia hugged him back, feeling his body temperature, as if he had regained his fresh vitality. He held back the tears and said, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare. I was alone and scared and couldn't help but come to you."
Lu Qi'an tightened his arms and did not question his statement. It was too late at three o'clock in the morning, Lu Qi'an wanted to appease Fu Jia first rather than questioning the cause and effect.
He took Fu Jia into the bedroom, changed his clothes, and measured his temperature with a thermometer to see if he had a fever. Fu Jia sat obediently beside the bed, staring at him for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.
"Are you still afraid?" Lu Qi'an asked.
Fu Jia thought for a while and said, "A little. Would you hold me while you sleep? You won't be afraid if you hold me."
Lu Qi'an said yes.
Fu Jia smiled, climbed into the quilt, and opened his hands to him: "Hug."
Lu Qi'an turned off the light and lay beside him, and he immediately came over. His body had recovered, but Lu Qi'an still remembered how pitiful he looked when he came, so he lay on his side and wrapped him in his arms.
Fu Jia closed his eyes and his nose was sore.
He admitted that he was too weak, so he caused Lu Qi'an to give up his studies abroad, and caused Lu Qi'an to be targeted by Fu Xiaoli and Lin Heng. However, he is not only weak, he is also selfish and shameless. Even if Lu Qi'an is implicated by him, he doesn't want to let go. He still wants to rely on Lu Qi'an for a lifetime.
"Can I live with you?" Fu Jia said. He didn't know how to deal with Fu Xiaoli and Lin Heng, so he wanted to hide and lock himself at home so that Fu Xiaoli couldn't find him. "I heard that some people review at home for the third year of high school. If you can control yourself and have someone teach you at home, the effect will not be worse than reviewing at school... Anyway, you can teach me about the content of high school... No, I mean, You can teach me when you are free, and I will study at home by myself most of the time, okay?"
This was abrupt, and Lu Qi'an thought for a while, but instead of rejecting him directly, he said, "I can go to No. 6 Middle School to accompany you."
"No..." Fu Jia said, "I want to stay at home with you, I don't want to go to school, I just want to stay at home..." His voice was obviously nasal, a little pitiful and a little wayward.
Lu Qi'an sensed something was wrong and did not answer Fu Jia, but sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.
Under the light, Fu Jia had tears in his eyes, and his face was even worse than before. Lu Qi'an felt a pain in his chest and couldn't help frowning.
Fu Jia thought he was angry, felt guilty, wanted to apologize, but felt wronged, her eyes filled with tears, but she held on not to let them fall.
Lu Qi'an took a deep breath, softened his brows, and said, "What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong with you. We didn't agree. If you are wronged, you can tell me."
Fu Jia wiped her tears with the back of her hand and rushed to hug him tightly. The fear that had been suppressed all day erupted.
"What should I do... What if I hurt you." He choked and said, "Why am I the son of Fu Xiaoli? It's been so many years, and she can still find me..."
He said things about Fu Xiaoli and Lin Heng upside down. Because he was held by Lu Qi'an, the more he said, the less fear he felt in his heart. Instead, he was angry. Some unspeakable swear words also appeared in his narrative.
After they were together, Fu Jia didn't say swear words in front of Lu Qi'an. Lu Qi'an always thought that he had corrected this bad habit, but he never expected to hear him swearing again today.
"I wish I could kill Fu Xiaoli and Lin Heng." There are some things that Fu Jia would never tell Lu Qi'an when he was dead, but today he came out of his head, "They are so hateful, how can they hit you? I don't care at all. The Lin family, I will not join forces with them!"
Fu Jia peeled himself clean inside and out, and held it in front of Lu Qi'an to show him. He didn't hide the truth of Lu Wanqing's premature birth, nor did he hide Fu Xiaoli and Lin Qing's dirty plans. The jar is broken, his jar has been broken by him a long time ago, he can walk forward with the fragments, he is not afraid of pain.
Fu Jia couldn't stop talking, and Lu Qi'an didn't interrupt him. Although his words were mixed with a few swear words from time to time, and he also shouted and shouted to hate this and that, but there was nothing wrong, at least he was no longer panicked and afraid.
He said this for nearly two hours. Fu Jia didn't sleep all night, and he didn't sleep well last night. He was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting. He shook Lu Qi'an's arm and said, "Why don't you talk, what should I do, what should I do? manage… "
Lu Qi'an loved him, kissed him on the corner of his lips, and caressed his cheek to coax him to sleep: "I'll be fine with me, you can sleep first if you're sleepy."
"I can't sleep." He looked at Lu Qi'an, "I want to protect you."
"Yeah." Lu Qi'an responded, "You come to protect me."
Fu Jia talked a lot again, and it was only after dawn that he fell asleep. Lu Qi'an watched him by the bed for a while, then got up and walked out of the room.
He frowned, thinking carefully about how to solve the problem.
It's not as simple as he said. Putting aside Fu Xiaoli, Lin Heng is very difficult to deal with. He is not confused by his age, not even a few years younger than Lu Zhiyuan. Although he was kicked out of the Lin family by Lu Wanqing and Lin Qing early, and he was rectified several times by Lu Zhiyuan, he was brought back to life again and again and could not be dealt with.
He was someone Lu Zhiyuan and Lu Wanqing both found troublesome.
Lu Qi'an had a preliminary plan in her mind, but she didn't dare to ask her for help, so she walked to the balcony and called her father.
If this matter only involved him and Fu Jia, Lu Qi'an would not ask his father, but Lin Heng was different. His ultimate goal was Lu Wanqing's mother and son.
Lu Qi'an had a bad feeling.